Back in the old city
Down the memory lanes
Treading the frozen times of yesterday
Remembering our dances in rain
I can almost feel the touch of your hands.
And smell the lost scents of your laughs.
What dissolved those moments of love?
When did one shadow abandon the other?
Why did the sands have a single set of footprints?
No vows of staying close.
No conditions to walk together.
No binds to name the relationship.
Yet cold winters later
These glorious summer storms,
Find your name as a sigh on my lips.
Memories are funny, indeed.